How bright are the fires of thoughtIn a chain of commandHow bright is the medical torchWhen it's put in our handMy microbes and ICan't wait to lay down and dieWe realise that we must be spentLike the cells that dissolve when a brainwave is sentHow bright are the fires of thoughtIn a chain of commandMy bloodgroup and meA body of soldiers are weTo the wound we quickly flowedAnd we fought with the weapons in ourChemical codeHow bright are the fires of thoughtIn a chain of command